You Can Call Me Daddy - Chapter 15 (MFF Mf inc father/daughter age play diapers oral swallow)

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Chapter 15

I woke in the middle of the night and felt restless for the first time. The confined space of the crib, though large enough for an adult, had been where'd I had spent most of the first two days of my new life. I had trouble going back to sleep, and usually when that was the case, I would get up and walk around a bit, maybe have a snack, then I'd return to bed.

I supposed I was just old enough to try crawling. Mommy and Daddy had talked to me before we began our new lives about what I would be doing at each age. Being five months that day, I wasn't yet old enough to crawl fully, but I could wiggle a bit and probably move myself that way.

So I shuffled onto my side, then my stomach. I was aware of wetness between my legs, the excitement which had built up listening to Mommy and Daddy together in the hours before. I really, really wanted to cum, but I was doing my best not to break our agreement, so I let my arousal burn bright but didn't seek a release on my own. I hoped that maybe Mommy or Daddy might offer their little girl the chance at some point soon.

I slowly pushed myself against the edge of the crib. It had a gate, of sorts, so that I could be easily retrieved from the mattress, but it was too high for me to reach at my age. So I shuffled some more, my legs rocking.

I heard movement on the bed, then Daddy's sweet voice said, "Are you alright Miranda, dear?"

I mewled to signal my discomfort.

"Be right there."

Daddy got out of bed and leaned over the crib, stroking my face. I saw the love in his eyes for me. "Have you soiled your diaper?" he asked.

I couldn't really respond.

Daddy undid the top of my diaper and pulled it back, spreading my legs wide. I saw him sniffing just above my crotch. "My... that's not pee, is it, sweet girl."

"Everything okay, Dear?" Mommy said from the bed.

"All is well. Our little Miranda has wet herself, but not from her bladder."

"My, my," Mommy replied, "she is an early starter... Just like Mommy and Daddy had prayed for."

"I dare say there's not an inch of her little cunny that's not coated with her juices." Daddy's hand slid over my bald pussy, drawing wetness away. He sucked on his fingers, "Oh, my love! She tastes delicious. You must taste her!"

Mommy joined him as Daddy continued to touch me. I was quivering with excitement. It wouldn't take much for me to climax.

Mommy put the gate down and leaned over my body, sniffing close to my crotch. "Oh, our little girl smells like heaven!" Her tongue slid over my hairless Mons Venus then gently moved down my snatch. I shuddered and cooed.

"She's going to orgasm, my love," Daddy said, "little Miranda likes it when Mommy licks her there."

I certainly did. Mommy's tongue was a soft, wonderful sensation on my pussy, my clit rising up to meet her with each movement over my vulva. Mommy licked me slowly and deliberately, moaning lightly against my cunt. I started to strain, cooing louder, little grunts escaping my lips. I tried really hard to imagine what a little five-month old might sound and look like while cumming. My fists balled up, my legs rocked, my noises were simple and brief. "Nnn... Nnn... Nggg... Nggg..." Mommy's tongue circled my button, and my body filled with blissful pleasure. "Nnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnn! Nnnnngggg..."

When my climax rushed in, I began to relax, my fists opening, my legs drawing down straight. Daddy replaced Mommy and licked my leaking juices directly, soon making me orgasm a second time.

"Mmm," Daddy purred as he kissed my cheek, "you taste delicious, little one. Mommy and I love tasting you in your special little place."

"Better, dear?" Mommy asked me as she refastened my diaper.

I giggled and cooed.

"Maybe Miranda might light trying to sleep in bed with Mommy and Daddy tonight," she suggested.

Daddy picked me up and carried me onto the mattress, sliding me into the middle of the bed. Daddy got in on one side, Mommy on the other. One of them put a pacifier in my mouth and I cooed in delight as they wrapped me up in their arms and against their warm bodies, the weighty blankets soon covering us. My restlessness had gone away with my orgasms, and it didn't take long to find sleep again.

- - -

The next few days passed quickly. Mommy and Daddy took care to change my diaper whenever I messed it, feeding mixes of soft foods and Daddy's sperm. A couple of times before leaving for work, Daddy shot a load inside my diaper and left it to soak against my little pussy while he was gone.

We arrived at the end of our first week together on Sunday and our scheduled hour break from our play was marked by Daddy telling me, "Let's talk about how things are going."

For the first time in seven days, I stood up. My legs felt very weak and unstable. I stretched them and felt them tighten, threatening to cramp. Squatting down, I bounced a bit to get the blood flowing, then followed Martin into the living room where Auburn was seated with hot tea and another round of Korean delivery. "I know you said you love it, dear," Auburn told me, showing off the spread of dishes, "and I felt a bit guilty the other day when you couldn't enjoy this with us."

I grinned as I sat down, "Don't feel guilty. I got a special meal made with Daddy's cum. I was very, very happy with that."

Auburn smiled, "Good to hear. Let's eat and talk."

After spooning out some of each dish, Auburn asked me, "So... what do you think so far?"

I purred my enjoyment, "Love it... Absolutely love it. I'm so horny every day, and... I admit... it's been fun to let the rest of the world disappear while I become a baby again. There's something very... primal... about being able to do this."

"For us, as well," Martin told me. "And very cathartic in many ways. So... you wish to continue?"

"Oh, yes. Absolutely," I said between mouthfuls of kimchi, "and you?"

They both agreed they were eager to keep our play going strong.

"The only thing," I added, "is that it is getting a little hard to not be able to move around... will I age again soon?"

Auburn nodded, "Immediately. I was worried about that part. It has to be very boring for you most of the time."

"Boring, in a sense, I guess," I replied, "but also... not. It's hard to explain. I'm really into the fantasy, so it's been fun to let my mind wander to what it might be like to be so little again. But, yeah, I would like to be able to at least crawl around and not be stuck in place waiting to be moved."

"You'll be seven months when we restart. Old enough to crawl."

"Lovely," I purred, "that will be even better."

Martin asked, "And the diapers... that part isn't causing any issues?"

I shrugged, "At first, it was really strange to poop with you two right there with me... but... I've gotten used to it..."

Auburn laughed, "Yes, for us, too, but... that's part of being a Mommy and Daddy, right? And it has been a pleasure to clean you afterwards. I find that part... more enjoyable... than I would have expected. I guess I do have some motherly instincts."

"To be fair," I told her, "it's not the first time I've had a Mommy and Daddy cleaning me."

"Well, yes, I'm sure your parents took care of that when you were in diapers," Martin replied.

"No, I mean, after that. When I was older and we were well into our play together."

"Oh?" Auburn said, "I don't believe we've heard that story."

I smiled and brought back a memory of a period when I was fourteen.

- - -

I had continued to play volleyball, both in rec leagues and for my school. I was in the late months of my eighth-grade year and looking forward to possibly making the high-school varsity team over the summer even though I'd only be passing into ninth grade where, usually, the junior varsity team awaited. Our season was over and we'd won the conference and regional titles, but we fell early in the state tournament.

But I continued to practice with my rec team after school and on weekends, at least when I wasn't sleeping with my parents, which happened several times a week. At twelve or thirteen, I'd developed normal sexual attractions to others, but at fourteen, I was more than satisfied with Mom and Dad, and I rarely thought about seeking out others. Malik had been the exception a few months earlier and I'd been burned by his jealous reaction to the naked photos of myself which I kept on my phone.

A Saturday afternoon practice in April changed things for my immediate volleyball future. I'd jumped to dig a ball which had just been spiked but partially deflected on the way to our side of the net. Unfortunately, a teammate was out of position and tried to dig, as well, causing me to jam both my arms hard into the floor when she collided with me. I landed badly and at an odd angle. My elbows were jarred awkwardly, my left flexing painfully, my right knocked out of its socket.

Pain shot through me and I nearly blacked out. I don't recall much until I was in the hospital later that day, doped up, my elbow back in place, most of the pain pushed back to the edge of my thoughts. Both arms were wrapped up tightly and braced so that they could not move except as single limbs, my elbows locked in place.

Mom and Dad came to see me within moments of my arrival and had stayed while they performed the tests and fixed my elbow and sorted out my bandages. I'd have to keep both arms restrained for at least two weeks, possibly longer. Rehabbing might take another few weeks to return my arms to their previous condition.

It sucked, and not just because the pain would sometimes flood in at unexpected moments. My immediate days of volleyball, my chances of making a team above my level, were cut short until further notice.

I got to have my school work sent to me daily as I was largely home-bound. I couldn't write, so my teachers ensured I stayed up to speed on the readings. The most difficult part, perhaps, was trying to go to the bathroom. That first day home, I was on some good painkillers and didn't even think about what would happen when I needed to use the toilet. But my bladder began to strain at some point, and as I shuffled into the bathroom, I realized that I needed help.

I called to Mom and she smiled knowingly, helping me pull down my pants to pee. She waited, patiently, as I emptied my bladder, then she took care to wipe me, front to back, before helping me up again.

That's the point when things got real in my head. "Uh," I said, "I... I can't poop for two weeks..."

"What?" Mom asked, head tilted.

"I... I can't wipe, so..."

"Oh, silly, we'll take care of that for you."

"Mom! I don't want you wiping my butt for me!"

"I know... but you won't have any choice."

"But it's gross!" I protested.

"Nothing I haven't done hundreds of times before, and the same goes for your father. We did change your diapers, you know. Pretty sure you weren't wiping yourself then, either."

"But... but that's different."

I remember the soft look on Mom's face when she replied, "No, Miranda, it's really not. Your body and your mind have changed, yes, and you can be embarrassed now. But I still love you, more now than ever, and it is my pleasure to help you, whatever that means. If I have to wipe your dirty butt two times a day for the next decade, I'll do it with a smile."

I pursed my lips.

"And your father will do the same." Mom kissed my cheek, then let her lips drift lower, as a lover would, pushing her tongue into my mouth and showing me a different kind of love. "Please," she said when she pulled back, "I know this is embarrassing, but if you ever have a child one day, you'll understand. Trust me... with what you and me and your father have shared together... this is nothing to worry about."

"Alright," I gave in, buzzing both from the painkiller and Mom's lovely kiss, "just promise me you won't hang out in here when I'm going."

"I promise."

The first test of that didn't come for two days. The opiates bound me up and I was horribly constipated by the time I felt able to go. Dad was home with me and helped me settle on the toilet before he pulled the door closed and waited somewhere out of sight. I really hoped he couldn't hear me as I grunted and groaned and finally found relief.

Despite my arms being held straight, I really wanted to flush before he came back in. I managed to stand and angle my left arm just right to flush once, then twice, thankful that I didn't have to suffer that additional indignity.

Dad came in and I sat back down, pushing my butt forward and swallowing my pride. He kissed my forehead before forming a big pile of toilet paper around his hand. Very gently, he wiped my anus, then dropped the tissue into the bowl, doing the same a second time. Then, Dad reached into his pocket and pulled out a wet-wipe, tearing open the packet then spreading it around my butt and cleft. It felt chilly, making me tingle a bit, my clit rising up in response. Dad noticed, and planted a quick kiss on my womanhood.

He flushed the toilet again, then said, "Horny, Sweetie?"

I shrugged, then couldn't help smiling, "Of course," I said honestly.

Dad kissed my lips then knelt between my legs and began to eat my pussy.

It felt so wonderful that I came within a minute. We'd not shared intimacy since my accident, and with my arms bound up, masturbating had been out of the question. Dad's tongue gave me the release I really needed. I came again, then again, before I said, "Ohh... too sensitive now... Ohhh..."

"Alright. I think you needed that," Dad smiled, "and you taste so damn good, Miranda. I swear, I could eat your pussy every minute of every day and be a very happy man."

I grinned, "I'd like that if I weren't a little sore now... would you like to cum, Dad?"

"Don't worry about me," he said, protesting only lightly, "just keep getting better."

"No," I replied, "I want you to cum. Here," I said to him, nodding to where his jeans were tented, "bring that to me..."

Dad smiled again and unzipped his pants, pushing them down to his knees, his lovely cock springing out of the hole in his boxers. I leaned forward and Dad slid his penis into my mouth.

I loved sucking Dad. Loved it. I loved everything we did, but sucking Dad's cock was so satisfying. It was a way to, directly, show him how much I loved him, how much I loved what we did together. I used my lips and tongue, my arms held stiff. Usually, my hands would have been working over Dad's shaft and balls, but with no chance of that, I let my mouth do all the work.

And Dad seemed to enjoy it. He was straining and groaning with pleasure fairly quickly, "Oh, Miranda... Ohh... yes... Gonna cum... Gonna cum... Oh... Miranda..."

Dad filled my mouth in strong bursts. He came so much I wondered if he likewise hadn't orgasmed since my accident. Dad's sperm was sticky and thick, salty and rich, and I almost choked on the volume as he continued to spurt against my tongue. But I'd gotten good at sucking Dad's cock, and once he had unloaded everything, I pulled away, Dad's semen trailing between his glans and my lips. I swallowed once to flush the bulk, and then twice more to ensure every drop he'd left in my mouth was sent into my stomach.

We shared a spermy kiss before Dad helped me up again and pulled my pants back up.

"Now I need to pee," I said.

Dad laughed, "Oh, boy. We might end up caught in an endless cycle... you drop your pants, I wipe you up and eat your pussy, you suck my dick..."

I giggled, "Maybe... I really am sore... but... maybe if you just barely touch my little clitty... I could go for that."

Dad purred his approval and helped me lower my pants once more.

- - -

"It would have been a very difficult couple of weeks without Mom and Dad being so cool about things. I mean, I was still embarrassed, having to be wiped, but it wasn't a big deal."

Auburn held my hand as I told her the story and she shared a brief kiss with me before she said, "I would love to have known them, Miranda. Your parents sound like amazing people."

"They were," I replied, "that's why I miss them so much. That's why I sought help in finding some way to deal with their absence."

"Well," Martin told me, "if I could change things, I'd bring back your parents even knowing it meant that the three of us would never share a moment of our lives together. But... since I cannot, I hope that what we are building here between us can, in some way, provide what it is you need."

"It's been lovely," I assured him. "I can't replace them, but... I think that if they could have picked out what would happen next in my life after they were gone, they would have chosen this. They would have picked you two. They would have loved you, as well."

We shared a few more hugs and kisses and finished our meals.

"Just once, I'd like to use the toilet on my own before we go back our new lives."

"Of course, Dear," Martin said, "take your time. We'll clean up here and get things ready for your next stage."

"Seven months," I purred, "this should be fun..."